The Day You Left
To my best friend in New Mexico
I still remember the day
When a part of me walked away
That’s when I began to cry
For that’s when I realized I
Could never get it back
Forever I would lack
An important part of me
But I guess not every thing is meant to be
So I’ll let the tears flow
And a part of me go
I wrote this poem the day my best friend moved to New Mexico
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Robert L. Martin
8aYou can talk to each other on the internet, but of course it is not like being in their presence. It is sort of like a substitute presence, I guess.